Time to stroke the Womack bobblehead again.You’ll have to excuse Jim Hendry if he’s a little confused these days.  After spending most of April and all of May to this point trying to patiently explain to us that he couldn’t fill the gaping hole left by the injury to Derrek Lee, because nobody makes trades in April or May, he suffered a few dizzy spells when he saw that in back-to-back days, the Mets traded for two starting pitchers.  In May.

Hendry immediately called the league office to report the Mets, only to find that–what do you know?–there’s no actual rule prohibiting player exchanges before the solciste.  Who knew?

So then Jim did what he always does in times like this.  He called up Paul Sullivan and yelled at him.

Hey, everybody needs a hobby.

Granted, the two starting pitchers the Mets traded for have ERAs that if added together rival the gross national product of Ghana.  But once again Omar Minaya spends his days making moves, while Jim Hendry and Andy MacPhail spend them talking about how great it would be to actually do something.  Then they take off their shirts, take a nap and hope they can wake up in time to see most of Oprah.

Hey, I’m not saying which approach is right.  I’m just putting it out there.

That’s not all that Jim and Andy do (and now seems like a good time to point out to my dad that he gave his only sons the same names as Moron #1 and Moron #2 have), I’m sure they spend a couple of hours each day berating the clubbie who brings them their lunch (pesto for Andy, a side of beef for Jim), and of course there’s all that time trying to pick the perfect moment to crush every Cubs fans’ spirit with news that the Dustbuster has been re-signed for another four year reign of terror.

Actually, come to think of it, my dad probably enjoys that my brother and I share first names with Hendry and MacPhail, that way when he complains to my mom that “Neither Andy or Jim knows s#$^, about anything,” it’s multipurpose.

What needs to pointed out, though, is that when you hear Cubs players and their fraud of a manager and Jim and Andy talk about how this team could be “just like Houston last year.”  They don’t mean the 2005 Astros who started 15-30 then went to the World Series.  They mean the Houston Texans, who tanked enough games to get the first pick in the draft, then completely botched it and didn’t get the best player.

Now that’s something to aspire to.